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It is the year 2510 and a war between the known and the unknown had just caused the complete annihilation of a city. For days, you could hear the desolate cries of the residents who could not leave even with the thick smog and rubble littering the streets. Many people died especially the adults who sacrificed their own life to save their children. They heard of a place, a refuge to take their children. It was an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of the city – now known as the slums.
Among the massive amounts of children ranging from newborn to teenager were five special thinkers who could not bear the thought of ever leaving. All of them, somehow, were connected – mind, body and soul. Night after night, they would commune together in the hallway drawing along the paint chipped walls, with an old box of crayons, a vision of their future home would be. The buildings were taller, the homes more lavish and people of all races, all ethnicities, of all cultures would be welcome.
Ten years later … The headline on the Daily Metro read: Metropolis Cove, a city rebuilt, a society restored.
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![]() Patache Swamp
| Mayor Nardine |
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Founder of Metropolis Cove
Group: Admin
Posts: 572
Member No.: 1
Joined: 14-May 08
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| Dr. Filad |
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Squatter
Group: Residents
Posts: 1
Member No.: 419
Joined: 22-January 10
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Filad knelt, rubbing the dead soil between his fingertips. This was the contradiction of the Belt. Some places were bursting with life while others, like the Patache Swamp, were dying more and more each day.
With a smirk, he let the dirt fall back to the earth, looking around and seeing no one. Sometimes it was so lonely out here.
Especially for him. Dr. Frederick Filad was not Avistan, but he lived among them as if he was. He longed for a conversation in English and not the mumbo jumbo that he'd been speaking for years.
Filad just had to be content. Soon, the day would come....
Dusting off his pants, Filad stood, scratching his scalp. "Eottokhe gamnigdo shal...."
*"Soon I will be home again."
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| Wonhan |
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Squatter
Group: Residents
Posts: 1
Member No.: 430
Joined: 22-January 10
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Hearing the doctor's words, Wonhan lifted his head. "Blandt, Filad?" What, Filad? "Gutman hallowdalchick gamnigdo shal?" What do you mean, you will be home again? You are home now.
He wished he could see the expression on Filad's face. Was he mocking him right now? Or looking at Wonhan with pity.
Blind since his fourth moon, Wonhan had gotten used to the darkness. But a part of him always wished that he could see. Especially since being blind kept him from living a normal life. From finding a mate. From being a warrior.
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